Tuesday, October 21, 2014

How About Some MALE/MALE Love ...#Gay Fiction

Crossroads, Book 1
Crossroads Revisited
Crossroads Showdown

Crossroads Shadowland
Homoerotic Historicals
Long Hard Ride

Magnolia Heat
Sizzle & Bang
The Sin Eater's Prince

Sunday, October 19, 2014

New Book! CHASING THE DEAD - Western Romance (Ghost)

Title – Chasing the Dead, Book 1
Series – Bannister Brothers
Author – Keta Diablo
Genre – Western Romance (Paranormal)
Publication Date – October 17, 2014

About the Book
The Apache kidnapped me to dispel an evil ghost from their village. If I tell them I don't possess the same skills my madre did, they'll cut my throat and feed me to the dogs. Celesta was the best spirit chaser in all of New Mexico before she died.

The most I can hope for is that Emmett, my fiancĂ©, will rescue me. Is he capable of such a thing? Poppy must not have thought so because he sent Deacon Bannister to save me. Deacon…the man who walked away days before our wedding a year ago. The man who still melts my bones after one look.

We're running for our lives from Uday, the vaporous ghoul tracking us. He wants Sacheen, the beautiful maiden banished from the Apache village who travels with us. The warrior killed her father when Sacheen refused to marry him, and then Sacheen's brother killed Uday.

The ghost's powers grow stronger every minute on our journey back to El Vaquero...and so does my love for Deacon.
~ Madrid Arrende ~

A shadow hovered near the fires, ducking in between stalks of cacti and other scrub brush. Maddie drew a deep breath and ambled forward with Elan beside her. Amid the dissonant chants and prayers, warriors brandishing spears and shields hollered into the gray mist. Maddie squinted, hoping to catch sight of the ghoul the others couldn't see. Only powerful shamans and spirit chasers had trained themselves to look upon the face of a dead spirit. A ripple of fear spread through her limbs and shivered down her spine when la fantasma appeared before her.
A mass of black patterns and swirls marred his enraged face. His eyes were hollow and black until a den of serpents slithered from the sockets–a deception the spirit had learned in his brief time in the underworld.
Maddie swallowed hard and sneaked a glance at Elan. Standing tall and looking formidable, she had to admire the man's courage. "It is you he seeks to destroy, Elan, to forge a path to Sacheen. I will go forth on my own now."
Elan shook his head, his expression one of disbelief. "Why would you put yourself in such danger? We wait and see what the dead man will do."
"No. It is what he wants, for all in the village to fear him. Only then does his true power unfold. I will meet his challenge; let him know I am here to banish him back to the dead." "Although I cannot", she whispered under her breath.
The ghost twisted and turned, retreating back from the fire, only to appear seconds later at another location in camp. He screamed and howled, the otherworldly sounds rumbling through the village like a murderous dust storm.
 Maddie shrugged aside Elan's grip on her elbow and walked forward. "Madre, be with me," she said to the ground. The moon had not shown its face this night but a smattering of a million stars gave enough light for Maddie to focus on the grim outline of the wretch. "Lift up your eyes dead spirit and hear my words."
An inhuman screech sent a blast of wind in her direction. It lashed her face and whipped her long hair into a frenzy.
"You are small and weak. I do not fear you!" she screamed, bewildered by the words spewing from her mouth. "The wolf has sung your passing and the bear has grumbled low. Sing your death song and return to the underworld."
The wailing chants of the shamans echoed behind her.
Ignoring her warning, Elan suddenly appeared beside her, only to be struck to the ground when the ghoul unleashed a stream of lightning spikes from the sky. Elan moaned, clutched his broken arm and attempted to rise.
"Stay down!" Maddie ground out between clenched teeth.
Her mother's voice rode the crest of her fear. Be strong, Madrid, try again.
Her knees shook and her spine curled, but she took another step forward. "Your breath has moved to another world. You must remain with it. Do you hear me, dead spirit? You are no longer welcome here. Your relatives have said farewell and so must you, never to return."
A refrain from the Apache against her back bolstered her courage—a roar of cheers and the synchronized trampling of moccasins beating the ground.
 Torrents of rain fell from the sky, pounding Maddie into the earth beneath her feet. Wet dirt spiraled up her nose and debilitating pain wracked her body. A hand clamped over her arm. When Maddie realized it belonged to Elan, a sigh of relief mingled with the cold blast of air surrounding them. Sacheen's brother pulled her against his wet body and crawled toward camp, dragging her with him.
A triumphant scream from the ghost rent the air, pitching the warriors into a cowering retreat. The cold, gray dawn swept over camp. Shivering with despair, Maddie turned to Elan. "His power is great."
Out of breath and still clutching his arm, he nodded.
"Maddie raised a fist to the sky. "We have failed this night, dead spirit, but we will not the next time we meet."
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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Author Suz DeMello - Is Amazon a Threat to 1st Right Amendment??

Help me welcome Author Suz DeMello. Read her thoughts on Amazon, First Amendment Rights and tea! 

Is Amazon a Threat to our First Amendment rights?(@Suzdemello @MFRW_ORG #ellorascave #notchilled). Amazon is known for its ruthless business practices—it doesn’t merely squeeze competition, it strangles it until it dies.

Amazon currently sells 40% of all new books sold in the USA. Their percentage of the market in ebooks is even larger—perhaps 66% according to the above-cited Salon.com article.

Amazon is not only a book seller, but a publisher, and it favors its own imprints and minimizes the ability for readers to find its competitors. The most famous case on point is that of Hachette. Check this URL for Stephen Colbert’s clips on the issue: Stephen Colbert - Amazon and Hachette

And the below is quoted from a letter sent by a group of authors to Amazon’s Jeff Bezos and its BOD:

About six months ago...Amazon began sanctioning Hachette authors' books. These sanctions included refusing preorders, delaying shipping, reducing discounting, and using pop-up windows to cover authors' pages and redirect buyers to non-Hachette books.

These sanctions have driven down Hachette authors' sales at Amazon.com by at least 50 percent and in some cases as much as 90 percent. These sales drops are occurring across the board: in hardcovers, paperbacks, and e-books. (http://www.authorsunited.net/)

Well-known is Amazon’s dislike of sexy covers, adult-oriented books and erotica; it seems to especially target purveyors of steamy books. Though Amazon touts its independent publishing program as a boon for writers, many indie published authors, especially in erotic romance, complain that Amazon’s search engine has made it difficult if not impossible for readers to find their books. The Kindle Unlimited program has cut further into their book revenues. Ellora’s Cave, one of the most prominent publishers of steamy and erotic romance on the web, has downsized radically, citing a massive drop in Amazon sales of its books as the reason.

The loyalty of many customers to Amazon is misplaced. For example, Amazon often does not feature the best online price for a book or other item. A couple of cases in point:

On 30 Sept, the price of one of my shorties, Highland Vampire, on Amazon was $2.51. The price at Harlequin’s site was $2.39.

Being the daughter of Brits, I’m a tea drinker and lately have been into using loose teas (they really do make a better cuppa). Initially I had been purchasing from Amazon—isn’t that the place we’ve all become accustomed to checking first? Then I went to the Twinings Tea site and found that I’d been grotesquely overpaying.  My fave Darjeeling at Amazon costs $8.24 and it’s an “add-on item,” which is some sort of irritating practice at Amazon—I couldn’t get the tea without buying other stuff, and I couldn’t find a work-around for that bit of Amazonian weirdness.

The same tea is almost half the price--$4.49—at Twinings.

Like many, I have come to rely on Amazon for so much! I listen to music on my Amazon music player on both laptop and cellphone, and download music from Amazon as well. I’m an Amazon affiliate. I also buy books for my Kindle Paperwhite, which I love, from Amazon.

But maybe it’s time to cut the cord. Why should I fund an entity that seeks to exploit me, maybe even put me out of business?

I’ll probably take down my Amazon affiliate ads—that won’t hurt, as they’ve never earned me a penny. I’ve changed my email signature line, which used to direct folks to my Amazon author pages, to instead include my website and blog. Other changes will be harder.

I’m an Ellora’s Cave author. I also have books placed with two other publishers that have disappointed me in myriad ways—see these links:
http://www.harlequinlawsuit.com/  and scroll down to #9 at

So I want to go indie. But Createspace and KDP are fabulous platforms for self-publishing. How ethical is it, given my concerns, to use those platforms?

And beyond my personal worries, there’s the greater problem. Amazon sells a huge number of books, films, music and other creative and factual works.

Should one entity control so much of what goes into our minds and thoughts?

About the Author:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Totally Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

--Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

--For editing services, email her at suzdemello@gmail.com
--Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SuzDeMello, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
--She tweets @Suzdemello
--Her current blog is http://www.TheVelvetLair.com

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Thanks for visiting, Sue!
Please check out Sue's latest release and #follow her on the Internet.


Friday, October 17, 2014

WELCOME Author Luna Ballantyne

Welcome Luna, and thanks so much for visiting today. We're thrilled to learn about your newest release FREEDOM.


“She couldn’t help wonder more than a little wistfully what Pete was doing right now? Whether he was missing her or whether he too was planning on celebrating his first official night of freedom by having sex with a random stranger.”

Newly divorced and after spending years trapped in a soul-less marriage, Zara Cockburn is ready for anything and intends to make full use of the naughty little kit of sex toys, lubricants and condoms that her friends have put together for her. This is HER night, HER freedom night, a once in a lifetime kind of night.

A night of fulfilled prophecies
A night of sexual deviance with a handsome and hypnotic stranger
A night that will end in a “special request” that she will find herself yielding to. It is also a night in which she will unwittingly become embroiled in the twisted mind games of a time-travelling highwayman and a young woman executed for witchcraft in 17th Century England.

Who is the Highwayman and what does he need from her? Will Zara seal her fate or gain her coveted Freedom? One thing’s for certain; her life will never be the same again.

Freedom is the first in a series of erotic romances chronicling the journey of the highwayman as he makes his way back to the young woman who holds the key to his heart.

Freedom is a man’s natural power of doing what he pleases Women love me; they have even been known to kill each other on the off-chance that I might lavish my undivided attention on them for just one night. Why wouldn’t they?

Aside from being sinfully good looking, I am also incredibly well-endowed. Whoever said ‘size doesn’t matter’ clearly hadn’t met or experienced me. No-one loves a braggart, but everyone loves a man that is not afraid to get his weapon out…and use it! Even those that despise me would readily admit that when it comes to sex and seduction, I excel at my craft. Cursed by the one woman that I lowered my shield to, I, Bastard of Bilbao am somewhat ashamed to admit that I have been a gigolo for the past 400 years. It’s a hard job, but someone has got to do it, and while it wouldn’t have been my profession of choice, like everything that I do, I enter each and every liaison that I embark upon with an energy that has been known to leave some of my lovers breathless. Bringing my own special brand of pleasure, and yes, pain to the women who fall onto my cock, in the same way that my enemies find themselves falling onto my rapier. My real mission…?

Well, that’s my business. Ever the sword for hire, I attack my destiny with gusto; bringing freedom and liberation to the women I seduce (not to mention a sexual encounter that they never forget).

My story does not begin and end here though, like countless men before me, I too, have fallen into the trap of a woman more cunning, more devious than myself. I paid a heavy price for my foolishness; for allowing my heart to rule my loins, indeed my heart could not have made a more damning choice if it had tried. For like my poor mother and sister before her, Elizabetha died centuries’ ago, executed on the orders of a dastardly witchpricker. Blinded by my lustful love for her, I had no reason to believe that she had been plotting my downfall for years; cursing me from the gallows on which she hung. You may be wondering what I did to elicit such an emotion of hate. Well, I am no Saint, and I did many things! The truth be told, whilst Elizabetha was in no position to argue about my dalliances, the fact that I bedded her mother seems to have sealed my fate.

The small detail that I slept with Grace before I even knew of Elizabetha’s existence is of no consequence to the bloody-minded woman. It was not as though I even particularly desired the mother. Grace was just a convenient opportunity that presented itself, and somehow it didn’t seem fair to deny her my cock when she yearned for it so desperately.

It turns out that while I was pleasuring her, we were not alone. Watching in horror and revulsion was my lover’s 16 year old daughter, Elizabetha. Vowing there and then ‘to take her revenge by either killing the bastard that had made a cuckold out of her father or claiming him as her own’, she was already formulating a plan. So, take me she did, and I for my sins, ended up loving her body and soul.

What can I say about my latest conquest? Well, Zara was looking for some fun following her recent divorce. A dominatrix in the making, I was almost sorry when our time together came to an end. For now though, here I am, taking two steps forward and one step back. Wrapped up in Elizabetha’s bubble and playing her sick mind games.

Will I ever break free of her spell?
Will I be able to re-claim my destiny – and be reunited with the one person that I truly love?
Did Zara yield to my “special request?” The request, that one way or another Elizabetha has ensured that I must ask of all the women that I bed.
Have I done enough to free myself of this archaic curse?
Can I set my past aside and move forward into the future?

'The kit, being a spacious, but discreet, black toiletry bag containing a realistic looking seven inch dildo, cat 'o' nine tails, leather cuffs, nipple clamps, clit clip, quilted blindfold, red crotch-less knickers, lube, and an assortment of condoms. Even though Zara had helped prepare these kits on numerous occasions in the past for friends who were divorcing, she couldn't help blushing at the thought of what she was expected to do with the items that her friends had so lovingly provided!'

'It is enough for now to just understand that you will go voluntarily with him when the moment is right. That while some of his requests may seem a little bizarre, he won't take anything from you unless it is freely given, and he will always give something of equal value in return. With Margaret, it was a child she desperately craved and which her husband was unable to give her. With Olivia, it was the sense of balance that she felt in finally being able to straighten the bed sheets after her husband's own foolish and much talked about discretion....
"What about me?" Zara asked intrigued.

‘Time travel, what can I say. I love it in all its forms. I do, however, have to say that I had never read one quite like this. Luna not only understands female sexuality, but has managed to get into the brains and loins of the male psyche as well, in a totally believable and realistic manner.

Freedom is not only a wonderful time travel story set in Newcastle, England, today and 1636, but has witches and erotica. Sex is integral to the story as The Highwayman is cursed with being a gigolo, a role that isn’t always a curse to him, as when he meets Zara who is celebrating her divorce with the hopes of a wild, steamy freedom night.

The story left me satisfied, yet wanting more. I want to know what fate awaits Max and wished to learn more about his cursor, Elizabetha. I needed more of her and hope that when “Compromised – The Sensual Liaisons Series Book 2” comes out in 2015, I get it.’
Denis Higgins
‘Got time on your hands? So has the highwayman. Spend a sizzling sex session with the suave and dangerous Max aka the Bastard of Bilbao. As Zara sets out on her 'Freedom'night - to celebrate her divorce from staid ex-husband Pete - she finds herself tangled up in the web of the mysterious Max. Pulled from the flames of a burning pub, Max whisks Zara away on a raunchy week-long sexual odyssey of self-discovery. Zara soon finds that there is more to Max than meets the eye. Raunchy sex, time-travel and a twisted love that stretches back into the dark days of the Newcastle witch trials - Zara's life will never be the same again as she looks beneath the mask of the time-travelling highwayman.

The first in a series of erotic fiction, Freedom introduces the character of Giraldo de Logrono otherwise known as the Bastard of Bilbao the swashbuckling adventurer, sexual mercenary and time-travelling highwayman.’ - Lenora, Haunted Palace Blog

Luna Ballantyne is 39 years old and very happily single. She lives in a fabulous apartment overlooking the river in the heart of Newcastle upon Tyne, and has three loves in life; men, sex and her wonderful friends. She is living proof that women really can ‘have it all’ - they just need to redefine what ‘all’ means.

Taking inspiration from her real life experiences, Luna has recently released Freedom, The Sensual Liaisons Series Book One. The first in a series of erotic romances and is busy working on the second one which will be released in 2015. Luna has always maintained that her leading man is a work of fiction although many have claimed he is based on them!

As well as being a novelist, she also owns an extremely successful chain of lingerie stores and is soon to star in her own no-holds-barred T.V. Reality show. She is the pen name of Ingrid Hall.

Find out more about Freedom: The Sensual Liaisons Series Book One
Visit: http://www.luv2write.net

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Take a Walk On The Dark Side With THE SIN EATER'S PRINCE

 The love of a just man who has his own darkness . . . Amazon Reviewer

"Just got lost in the feeling of this dark romance. The trials of life the sin eater accepted, the love of a just man whose own darkness proved his virtue. The sexual chemistry. All around just well done. I wish there were a sequel. I love this type of work and Keta Diablo is first rate."

About The Sin Eater's Prince - a Gay Fiction Vampire Novel
* Vampires
* Werewolves
* Sorcery

Owen Rhys, the sin eater, has been shunned by the local villagers his entire life--except by one man…Andras Maddock, the local physician. Owen is shocked when Andras saves him from a brutal death at the hands of a vampire.

Dagan, Dark Lord of the Underworld, vows to avenge his father’s death and obtain the Prince of Wales’ mystic sword from Andras. The claymore’s power holds an immunity the vampires have coveted for centuries.

Star-crossed love, sorcery, and blood lust collide on a vengeful path where only one side will remain victorious.


Moonlight slanted through the pine trees, and in the stillness of the forest, the ocean roared in the distance. Owen stumbled on a rock, regained his footing and followed the silver ribbons down the narrow path.
“The forest holds danger and mystery,” his tad always said.
From the inflection in Andras's voice tonight, apparently he felt the same. The man had tried to warn him without alarming the servant. And he'd tried to tell Andras he couldn't spend another night under his roof hungering for his touch.
A fluttering of giant wings to his left brought forth a shocked gasp, and another stumble. He fell to his knees as the moon ducked behind a patch of clouds and pitched his world into darkness. Through the black mystery of the forest, he narrowed his eyes and searched for the airborne creature. When the skin at the nape of his neck prickled, he wished he'd taken Andras's advice and stayed in the stables. The scent of horse dung would have been preferable to the fear anchoring him to the forest floor.
His tad's voice echoed in his ears. “A vampire cannot enter a private dwelling unless the occupant grants him permission. Most long tooth attacks occur outside the abode in isolated areas at night.”
Get up, Owen, ye dolt! Run! Ye have got to make it home!
Clambering to his knees, he stilled when a brilliant flash exploded in the clearing ahead. Beneath a canopy of evergreens, a beast appeared in his line of vision. Nay, it was not a predator of the forest but an upright human form. Shrouded in billowing black, his white skin shone like a beacon under the inky sky. Terror seized him as the phantom advanced at a foot-dragging pace, the undercurrents of death heavy in the morbid air. The ghoul’s eyes crazed with bloodlust, his long white fangs descending, he circled him.
Owen's throat constricted with fear, yet the specter's ageless features and hypnotic eyes immobilized him. Time ceased to exist and his immortality rushed forward. Death clung to his pores; he felt it surround him like a black shroud.
Lladd amser. His father's words for Killing Time lashed about him like a hard rain. He knew someone would die again soon, but never suspected the someone would be him.
In the breath of a heartbeat, a new shape burst onto the scene, exploding through the bracken with lightning speed. Without pause, the newcomer lunged, the flash of his sword powerful and true. Metal met metal in a timeless dance of deflect and parry, to meet time and again beneath the shadowy moon.
A peal of laughter bounced off the trees. “Well done, Andras. Someone has taught ye well.”
His name fell from Owen's lips on a whisper. “Andras?”
The scene played out before him like an act from a Shakespearean play...except the characters knew one another.
Andras gave no answer to his enemy's false compliment, but rather countered with a vicious upward slice toward his groin. The being lunged with a heavy thrust and sliced open Andras's shoulder. Owen focused on the torn fabric of his jerkin, waited for a stream of blood to arc through the vaporous air, and groaned when it failed to appear.
Vampire against vampire, their bodies whirled and twisted in a maelstrom of flesh and bone. They thrashed and tumbled on the ground only to continue the fight moments later in the branches of a massive oak.
Paralyzed, Owen watched with his heart in his throat.
Long fangs gnashed and an anonymous bloodcurdling scream rent the air. Still it didn't end. Blades clanked beneath moonbeams and then Andras pirouetted with the agility of a jungle cat. Time ceased to exist as he brought the claymore up high above his head. On the downswing, the mighty blade keened its death knell and severed the long tooth's head from his neck. The demon's limp body tumbled from the branch and landed three feet from Owen. Gray smoke rolled from the creature's open cavity, his body recoiling like a giant serpent's tail in the last throes of death.
Owen clutched his abdomen and retched. Long seconds later and fighting off waves of dizziness, he lifted his head and stared into the ghost-white face of Andras Maddock. Bent at the waist, the physician gasped for precious air, yet kept his keen sight on the periphery of the clearing.
Owen followed his gaze with sickening dread. Were more long tooths waiting to attack? And who or what was Andras? 

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