Wednesday, October 30, 2024

#NewBlogPost #BookBlitz...Bog Hag...@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #BogHagAnthology #Horror #DarkFantasy @SexyNerdRevue

Dark Fantasy, Lovecraftian Fantasy, Horror, Occult and Supernatural, Witchcraft and Magic

Publication Date: October 14, 2024

Whether she’s crawling across a sweltering bayou or swimming languidly through a swamp, the bog hag watches and waits.

Join sixteen AuthorTubers as they explore the allure and mystery of the Bog Hag, turning her from a villain to a gal with a social calendar, a vendetta, or even a need to be the best she can be.

Any and all proceeds from the sales of this anthology go to Quill Cottage Wildlife, a 501C3 nonprofit.

Featuring A Murky Reckoning

Garwick Greedgill is a fisherman desperate to become a legend in the realm where he dwells. When he pulls a horrific creature up from the polluted sea, he sacrifices it to the legendary sorceress who is said to live at the center of the bog near which he dwells.

Yadira of the Roots is said to be the daughter of Nyarlathotep, the Wish-Bringer From Beyond the Stars. Will Garwick’s actions earn favor from the storied Bog Hag, or does another fate await him?

 

Excerpt

An Aquatic Reckoning



Back at the dock, the fisherman hurried to the stables, paying the stable hand four Electrotokens to rent a cart and a pair of mules to haul his catch away. He promised to return the cart and the animals the next day.

Garwick Greedgill was thick around the midsection and had a sunken chest and narrow frame that belied the strength of his wiry arms. His leathery, tanned skin bore witness to many years spent on a boat's deck under the sun's harsh glare. His hair was a bristly mix of silver and gunmetal gray, poking through the many holes in a threadbare red cap embossed with the emblem of a long-forgotten fishing guild. A heavy forehead and scowling brow framed eyes a sickly shade of murky green, reminiscent of a polluted ocean. His broad nose bent slightly to one side courtesy of a mishap with the sail boom. Countless hours spent retrieving catch after catch left his calloused hands stained with fish scales and innards as he searched for the grand haul that always eluded him.

Garwick wore frayed puce trousers held up by a filthy, tattered flaxen rope belt. His once-bright cerise tunic, covered in various colored patches where he had mended it over the years, was threadbare. It hung loosely over his prominent belly. The soles of his scuffed brown boots were worn thin, leaving his feet vulnerable to the cold and damp. He wore a necklace of oddly shaped stones and bones that he believed would attract good luck. The longed-for luck seldom materialized.

Garwick drove the cart as close as possible to the bog extending beyond his property's edge. He lived in a ramshackle hut between the bog and a twisting, moss-covered path that led to a meandering creek. Near the hut was a dingy shed. Every corner held remnants of his profession—a collection of rusty hooks, tattered nets, and an old, cracked barrel filled with miscellaneous items of dubious worth. A box containing lucky tokens collected over the years sat on a dusty shelf. Best of all, there was a wondrous grimoire. An odor of decay emanated from the book's brown hide cover. Garwick did not mind the strange texture or unpleasant scent of the tome. Based on today's catch, the grimoire's magic had already begun to work.

About the Author. . . 

C. L. Hart, the owner and sole employee of Naughty Netherworld Press and Ornery Owl Ventures, is spoken of in hushed tones. She is an editor who writes or a writer who edits. She is also described as The Mad Scribe of the Northeastern Colorado Plains, The Terrible Old Woman, and The Author That Should Not Be. She is a member of ACES Editing Society, the Denver Horror Collective, First Coast Romance Writers, the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society, Passionate Ink (writing as Lil DeVille), Regency Romance Writers, and Rocky Mountain Romance Writers.

Ms. Hart shares a home in a remote rural town of 134 souls with her adult son and three cats. Her sense of fashion is best described as Early Twenty-First Century Unmade Bed. This disabled former nurse can usually be found arguing with herself about subplots or rehabilitating eldritch horrors.

When not penning sanity-destroying works of dystopian fiction, Lovecraftian fantasy, or old-school horror with the occasional sweet romance thrown in to upset the cosmic apple cart, Ms. Hart enjoys creating baked goods she hopes will be considered palatable by someone besides eldritch horrors.

 

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Tuesday, October 29, 2024

#OnTheBlogToday #Book #Thrill...Ryder...@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #RyderHoundsofHell #JamieTargaet #RomanticSuspense @SexyNerdRevue

(Hounds of Hell MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense

Date Published: November 1, 2024

 

Margot -- I've loved Ryder since we were kids, but he's never been the type to stick with anyone for long. Being a deputy sheriff means I see the world differently--by the law. He’s the opposite. The Mafia took my father from me. When they return to threaten everything I care about, including Ryder, I realize the line between right and wrong isn’t so clear. If we’re going to survive this, I’ll need Ryder’s strength. Maybe this time, we’ll face danger together.

Ryder -- Margot’s been right in front of me for years, but I’m the guy who never sticks around. Commitment? Not for me. Now she’s all I see. When the Mafia comes after the Hounds, everything is at stake. Margot’s not just a deputy sheriff -- she’s the woman I’ve always needed. The woman I love. I’ll die before I let anything happen to her.

EXCERPT



Ryder

The next day Ryder smiled to read the text from Margot Donner.

Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you later today.

They’d become close after her mother’s death. She was the only woman he’d ever kept as a friend for years and never fucked. Yeah, she was a cop, but she was one of his favorite people.

“What are you grinning about?” Beast asked, shifting pillows behind Ryder’s back.

Ryder wasn’t admitting to shit. He had a reputation to maintain. “Just waiting to hear Axel got these fuckers,” Ryder told him, groaning as the bigger biker hauled him up into a sitting position on the bed.

“That’s it, huh?” Beast went over to the desk in Ryder’s room at the clubhouse, lifted off a tray that held his lunch.

Beast’s dark-eyed gaze was filled with humor. His muscular friend, with his wild fringe of dark hair, towered over Ryder in the bed. Once he situated the tray in front of Ryder, his beefy arms folded across the wide expanse of his chest. The face of the dark wolf inked on his friend’s forearm drew his attention with its sinister gaze.

“Maybe,” Ryder said, steadying the tray on his lap, shaking his head. His MC brothers were still feeding him soup and applesauce. “Can I get something solid?”

Beast shook his head. “Nah, you need to heal up.”

Ryder snorted. “I’m full of fucking holes. I’m surprised this shit isn’t running right out of me the minute I eat it.”

The chime of Beast’s phone had him fishing his device out of his pocket. “Yep?”

The deep voice on the other end of the phone sounded like Hero.

Ryder tried hard to listen -- he knew his twin brother was handling things, especially with his girl in danger. Still irked him greatly that he couldn’t be there to fight at Axel’s side. To have his back. That had always been the deal between them. To always have each other’s back.

As Beast listened to whatever Hero said, Ryder let his head fall back against the pillows with a deep sigh. Alex, now Axel, had been born first by seven minutes. A fact his twin had never thrown in his face, never used at all. And Axel certainly earned the part of the older brother even though they were identical. Axel could be counted on when Ryder needed him. If he was hung over from a night of partying, Axel let him stay home and took up the slack at work. When he got himself into the occasional fight, Axel tipped the scales if he’d underestimated the other guy. Or came to bail him out.

Ryder also had spent years watching his brother earn everyone’s respect. His brother and Hero made all the business decisions for the garage. When it came to dirty jobs the club needed doing, Axel was among the first approached. Cool-headed and calculating, Axel didn’t miss a damn thing.

Ryder didn’t command the same respect. He wasn’t disrespected. And he got important jobs from the club. Okay, maybe Ryder wasn’t as cool and calculated as his twin. But he was a good shot, a damn good fighter with any weapon or hand-to-hand combat. And when crazy was called for? He could do crazy all day long.

Yes, Ryder was a ladies’ man. Axel took comfort from the occasional sweet butt although not to the extent Ryder did. He liked the ladies and didn’t limit himself to the ones who came to every party fishing for a Hound to claim her as his old lady. He liked his women fast and flashy, like his bikes. Ryder appreciated a nice ride.

Unlike his bikes, he never stayed with any woman more than a few weeks. “Love” was amazing the first few weeks. But as attachment tried to take hold, Ryder felt himself being strangled by those thin vines of commitment.

“It’s done,” Beast told him, ending the call. “Sounds like a fucking free-for-all. Sheriff Sawyer got to the Mafia guys first, then once our guys got there, Axel beat the shit out of his girl’s ex. Probably the same fucker who shot you and killed Elsie and Clyde over at Cowboy Pete’s.”

Ryder smiled. He knew Axel would deal with it.

“The guy dead?” Ryder asked, bracing for regret. It would have been nice to put down the guy who shot him full of holes -- or gave the order -- himself.

“Nah,” Beast told him. “Sawyer took him in.”

That could spell trouble down the road.

“At least Axel’s old lady is a little safer,” the other biker told him as he wandered out of his room. “Until they let him out.”

Axel’s old lady.

Everyone called her Angel but if he remembered rightly, her name was Sadie. Was she his twin’s old lady?

Yeah, the way it started out, Ryder’d assumed she was some sort of pity thing his brother had taken on. But weeks went by after she decided to hide in Mercy, and his brother stayed close to her all that time. By the time her ex and his men found her, yeah, he had to admit they’d felt like a couple. The young woman looked at his brother like a knight in shining armor. That wasn’t anything new. Ryder had seen that before. His brother had a soft spot for women and kids.

It wasn’t until the party Saturday night when Axel brought her to the clubhouse that it hit Ryder. The way his twin looked at her. Damn. He should have noticed before. His brother had found love, and he knew next to nothing about the woman except she’d been horribly abused by her ex and looked at his brother like he hung the fucking moon.

Shouldn’t he know something about his brother’s girl? If she was in Axel’s life, she’d be in his too. Hell, they’d brought her to the clubhouse a couple of days ago to keep her safe. Ryan heard her hustling around beyond his door. She never popped in to check on him though.

Lying still with the pain bleeding vividly into his awareness, Ryder reached for his pain meds, taking a double dose now that he knew his brother was safe. His brother had saved his girl and beat the fucking bad guy. Axel had to be feeling pretty good about things about now.

Ryder tried to shift on the bed to make himself comfortable, willing the pills to take the pain away sooner rather than later.

He and Axel couldn’t have been further apart in life right now. His brother was the conquering hero, setting things right for his girl and his dumbass twin brother. Ryder went home with a girl, and she got shot in the face, killed. Ryder got shot with her, providing the enemy with a weak board in the fence. They had to take him out of the hospital to keep him safe from the Mafia until Axel resolved it. Didn’t that make him a useless pile of shit?

Before his eyes slid shut, his gaze fell on his phone. He realized he’d never answered Margot, and he wanted to before he crashed. Lifting the phone in his shaking hand, he read back over the conversation.

Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you later today.

About the Author. . .

Jamie Targaet is the author of the Hounds of Hell MC. She's anxious to introduce you to this club of gorgeous, dominant men and the lucky women who surrender to them. The ride is going to get wild at times, not going to lie. But there's thrilling action, scorching hot sex scenes, and all the feels.

Jamie writes erotic romance for Changeling Press, a little fanfiction on the side, and she's an aspiring horror writer in another life. She enjoys time with her family (including the fur babies). She likes good horror movies and shows, emo metal and classic rock, and time spent in other worlds writing and reading. She loves hearing from readers and is looking forward to hearing from you.

 

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Sunday, October 27, 2024

#BookReview #Sports #Basketball...In My Skin...#BrittneyGriner @SexyNerdRevue



Hailed by ESPN as the world’s most famous female basketball player, Brittney Griner, the dunking phenom and national sensation who is shattering stereotypes and breaking boundaries, now shares her coming-of-age story, revealing how she found her strength to overcome bullies and to embrace her authentic self.

Brittney Griner, the No. 1 pick in the 2013 WNBA Draft, is a once-in-a-generation player, possessing a combination of size and athleticism never before seen in the women’s game. But “the sport’s most transformative figure” (Sports Illustrated) is equally famous for making headlines off the court, for speaking out on issues of gender, sexuality, body image and self-esteem.

At 6’8”, with an 88-inch wingspan and a size 17 shoe (men’s), the Phoenix Mercury star has heard every vicious insult in the book, enduring years of taunting that began in middle school and continues to this day. Through the highs and lows, Griner has learned to remain true to herself, rising above the haters trying to take her down.

In her heartfelt memoir, she reflects on painful episodes in her life and describes how she came to celebrate what makes her unique—inspiring lessons she now shares. Filled with all the humor and personality Griner has become known for, In My Skin is more than a glimpse into one of the most original personalities in sports; it’s also a powerful call to readers to be true to themselves, to love who they are on the inside and out.

With a eight pages of photos.

The Sexy Nerd's Review. . .

Anyone who knows me can tell you how much I enjoy reading memoirs or biographies. I am always intrigued by what made a person become who they are and what adversities did they have to overcome. I’ve been eyeing this book by Brittney Griner for a while and I felt now was the time to read about her.

She had me hooked from the very first paragraph. Her head space back in 2013 is where my head space is right now, and the more I read the more I realized how much she and I have in common. In fact, her words mirrored my own so much so I Googled her to see when her birthday was because there wasn’t any way a woman I have never met could feel like we’re one in the same person. How eerie is that?! Welp, we are kindred spirits because our birthdays are a day apart. Of course, I’m much older than Brittney, but she and I could have a conversation and anyone witnessing would swear we’ve known each other all of our lives. Wow!

Brittney is a people pleaser to a fault, as am I. She’s a gentle giant. She stands at 6’8” towering over her opponents. No wonder why she took to basketball the way she had. She’s pretty domineering and true to her sport. Whatever she wants, she goes after it and gives it her all. She wants to do well for herself, but also those around her, like her parents, siblings, friends and especially her teammates and coach. Brittney isn’t one to bite her tongue and she can be brutally honest and it’s with that vigor which can sometimes be misconstrued by others. I can totally relate to this because it happens to me all too often. Some people cannot handle a person who is that direct. And when it comes to Brittney’s sexuality, she is very vocal and unapologetic and I was so here for it too!

She often butted heads with the administration at Baylor for speaking about the LGBT community and her views on being gay. It took a long time for Brittney to truly come out and face the world with how she felt about herself. Even though she came to terms with it, just like with most things, others had a problem dealing with it. Well, that’s just too damn bad, right?! Right! She loves who she loves and she feels how she feels and that shouldn’t have any bearing on how she played on the basketball court. But all too often she was judged not on her actions on the court, but what she did off of it. How unfair was that?!

She talks about growing up in Texas with her siblings and her strong connection to her parents, especially her father. She’s a daddy’s girl for real and it truly hurt to read her words when she finally came out to her dad about her sexuality. When I tell you he did not handle that well is an understatement. I kept wishing he’d come around and see things her way and to know she hadn’t changed. She was still his baby girl. But her father was not here for it. I was glad to know they patched things up as her career blossomed, but it was truly slow going at first.

Overall, I genuinely enjoyed getting to know Brittney Griner. Of course, with her recent bout of having been detained in Russia came many years later after the writing of this story. I can’t wait to see how she’s grown and where her mind set was then as compared to now. Brittney was a force to be reckoned with on the court. The girl has mad skills and doesn’t show any sign of stopping anytime soon.

The Sexy Nerd gives In My Skin four extra free throws just for the hell of it. If you’ve been curious about who Brittney Griner is, I certainly encourage you to read this book first before you read her accounts about the Russia detainment. As always, Nerds, you know how we do. Until next time. . .


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Tuesday, October 22, 2024

#NewBlogPost #Book #Thrill...Venus...@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #VenusIronTzarsMC #MarteekaKarland #MotorcycleClubRomance

(Iron Tzars MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

Date Published: October 25, 2024

Venus: I come from world filled with violence, death, and impossible choices. I’ve only backed down from fight once, and that left me with pain and regret. But now, I have chance to balance scales. I’m known as most dangerous member of Salvation’s Bane MC. But truth is, beneath tough exterior, I’m still a scared young woman running from monsters, trying to protect those I love. That fear ends today. Only problem? Biker named Piston. Doesn’t know meaning of personal space. He’s always there, watching me, protecting me, and even though I’d never admit it, his presence brings strange sense of peace. He makes me want things I can never have.

Piston: For more than a decade, I’ve been Venus’s silent protector. In the shadows, I’ve watched her, stalking her every move. When she settled in Palm Beach with Salvation’s Bane, I made sure to be close by. I keep an eye on her, guarding her, even if she doesn’t realize it. But when an enemy from her past threatens her, I step out of the shadows. Venus is on the hunt, and the monster she’s chasing has awakened the beast in me. I protect what’s mine. And Venus? She’s mine.

Author’s Note: Venus’ first person narrative is written in heavily accented English. Articles (the, a, an) do not exist in Russian language.

 

EXCERPT



Piston

Venus first turned up on my radar over a decade ago when she was in the FSB in Russia. The agency I worked for was very interested in her for some reason. I was never given the details, but I got the feeling they were interested in luring her away from Russia. Likely because they were afraid of her. I played my cards carefully regarding Venus. I told them the strict truth, but I left out a lot.

Like how I’d never seen her equal in a hunter. Or that that real shade of her hair was a very pale blonde. Or how young she looked when she let her guard down, which wasn’t often. Or how beautiful she was. I kept that to myself because I didn’t trust the CIA any further than I could piss. If they were interested in this woman, she was someone I needed to protect.

For years I kept to the shadows. When she joined Salvation’s Bane MC, I found a home with Grim Road MC. They were completely off the radar and close enough for me to keep an eye on Venus.

I had to smile. If she knew the extent to which I’ve been on her six and for how long, she’d gut me like a fish.

But that’s the thing about being in deep cover. You learn how to keep secrets, even from yourself. And Venus? She was one secret I’d vowed never to spill. Much to the dismay of my handlers. They knew there was more to her than I reported.

Tonight, as I held her pinned against me, feeling the rise and fall of her chest, the stakes felt higher than ever. Her anger and her fire were intoxicating, making every moment with her a volatile mix of danger and desire.

“Listen,” I whispered into her ear, my voice low and steady against the chill night air. “I’m not your enemy, Venus. I think you know that.”

“I know you are pompous ass.” She hissed at me over her shoulder, but I wasn’t fooled. If this woman wanted to be free, she’d be free. And I’d be lying in pool of my own blood.

Interesting.

“Glad to see my charm didn’t go unnoticed.”

She struggled in my hold a bit longer, then relaxed with a huff, her body still tense but no longer fighting. “You’re infuriating, you know that, Piston?”

“That’s part of my charm too,” I replied, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly. I loosened my grip just enough to let her know she could break free if she wanted. It was a test as much as it was a truce.

Venus turned within my arms to face me, her gaze fierce and calculating. She wasn’t afraid of me, she knew she could take me, but she wasn’t ready to kill me yet. Made me wonder why. One thing I’d learned about Venus over the years was she never did anything without at least a frame up of a plan.

With slow deliberate movements, she backed up one step. Then another.

“Is this a truce then?” I kept my hands to my sides, but was ready to defend myself if necessary.

“I’m not sure.” She gave me a curious look, her gaze moving boldly over me. Then her brow furrowed. “I’m really not sure.”

“Then let’s call it a truce. We can always decide later to resume fighting.”

Venus’s lips twisted into a skeptical smile, but she nodded slowly. “Fine, truce for now. But don’t think this means I trust you, Piston. We’re not buddies.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, my voice low and even. Her distrust was like a sharp blade held at my neck, yet there was something exhilarating about not knowing when she might decide to slash. It was all I could do to keep from smiling. My cock didn’t care if she saw him or not and shot hard so fast I nearly winced. Thankfully, if she noticed, she didn’t mention it.

We stood in silence for a moment, the tension between us palpable. The night air was warm against my skin, and somewhere nearby an owl hooted, a solitary sound that seemed to emphasize the isolation of our current circumstances.

Venus finally broke the silence. “So, what now, Piston? We just stand here in dark staring at each other until one of us breaks?” There was a hint of amusement in her voice, a playful challenge I hadn’t heard before.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “We could do that, or we could put this temporary truce to better use.”

“What do you propose?” Her voice was cautious yet intrigued, her eyes scanning my face for any hint of deceit.

“We work together,” I said simply. “You have your skills and resources, I have mine. Together, we can find and kill the fuck outta Zaitsev.”

“Why do you want to kill him?” She was genuinely curious, but I knew she was filing away all this information for inspection later. She’d remember everything about our conversation, my expressions, the inflection of my voice, and dissect it for every ounce of information. Just like she’d been trained to do. Same as me.

“Isn’t it enough that his goons kidnapped my vice president?”

She nodded slowly. “Sure. But I don’t think that’s whole story with you.”

Smart woman. “I’ll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours.”

“Right.” She picked up the gun Zaitsev had shot me with, checking the weapon before tucking it against her back in the waistband of her pants. “I’m going back to Tzars. Lemon wanted me to check on Dani.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Lemon. Wanted you to check on her sister.” I spoke slowly, wanting to make sure I’d heard her right, because it sounded suspiciously like Venus, the badass assassin for the FSB, was… running. From me.

Two things were foremost in my mind. First, it didn’t sit well that she wanted away from me. Granted, she didn’t know me as well as I knew her, but I was becoming more and more protective of Venus. I wanted her close where she couldn’t get into more trouble than she could get herself out of. Though I’d watched her from afar for years (stalker much?), I liked having her close. I blamed my vice president. Had it not been for Lemon getting kidnapped, I might never have gotten this close to Venus for this long. I damned sure wouldn’t have gone with her to kill the man she’d been trying to take down for a decade.

The second thing, though…

Yeah. Having my arms around Venus -- even to keep her from eviscerating me with her dagger-like nails -- awoke something inside me I thought was way the fuck dead. I was forty-seven years old, for crying out loud. While I had an active sex drive, I hadn’t been this hard for this long in years. Hadn’t had a need for it. If I had an itch, I scratched it with a club whore. No fuss. No muss. And no one expecting to be all up in my space.

Part of what I did at Grim Road was take care of… issues. Permanently. I’d love to say it was why I came with Venus on this errand, but I’d be lying. I’d claimed her in my mind the moment I’d seen her.

About the Author. . .

Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.

Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts (which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with Marteeka's latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her website. Don't forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you with a potpourri of Teeka's beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.

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Thursday, October 17, 2024

#OnTheBlogToday #BookBlitz...Symphony of a Heart in Pieces...@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #SymphonyofaHeartinPieces #EMasson #Romance @SexyNerdRevue

Romance

Date Published: September 15, 2024

 

 One heiress. One normal guy.

A love that will stand the test of time.

A family that won’t.

Victoria Smith is born rich and beautiful. She has fame and a name that opens any door. But there’s one thing she doesn’t have: Love.

Not until she meets Australian, Jeff Richardson, anyway.

Despite her family’s objections to her marrying a “nobody” Victoria chooses love over money.

And as they build a family, Victoria learns where true wealth lies: Love is the Richardson’s way.

But as Victoria builds a business empire of her own, she has to navigate her family through the challenges of growing up rich.

The Smiths made sure she understood that money talks. But she wants the Richardsons to believe that love is the greater gift.

When tragedy strikes, will love see their family through?

Or will love fail in a world obsessed with wealth?


 About the Author. . .

Hello there, lovely readers! Welcome to my corner of the literary world, where fiction comes alive in all its glory! I am E. Masson, a captivating romance author with my pen dipped in dreams and a heart full of romance, I set my readers on the path of unforgettable journeys through the depths of the human heart. From whirlwind romances to slow-burning love stories, each page of my books are infused with warmth and emotion, leaving readers yearning for more.

I have a talent for creating characters you'll adore while feeling like old friends and settings that transport you to new worlds. I am here to sweep you off your feet with every word. So, get ready to rediscover the joy of falling in love with my enchanting romance novels. Welcome to the adventure!

 

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Who Owns You?,  Book One

 Science Fiction

Date to be Published: October 11th

 

Set in the early 23rd century, THE STARS RAIN DOWN follows an android woman pursuing a renegade human. At the same time, he searches for his missing wife and child, abducted by alien pirates, and sold into slavery. Special Agent Catherine Mercer, an artificial intelligence and agent of Interplanetary Security (think FBI in space), is given the assignment to pursue and apprehend Rick McCabe, a freighter pilot suspected of illegally smuggling passengers to the free colony of Aranae, some 1300 light years from Earth. Rick, on the other hand, on route to Aranae, was attacked by pirates and separated from his pregnant wife, Sarah, who was captured. But, having come under the suspicion of IPS of illegally transporting passengers, Rick goes rogue and sets off to find Sarah while evading Catherine trying to capture him. Rick and his tech-savvy partner QR follow a trail of clues and tips that lead from one planet to another, from one hostile slave owner and alien race to more pirates and unsavory characters. Along the journey, Catherine learns that being human is more than possessing a flesh and blood body. The transitory body holds an eternal spirit that yearns to be free.



About the Author. . .

Glenn Thomas’s life path has been a meandering one, setting new life goals at various points along the way, gaining skills in art, photography, film-making, driving, and ultimately, writing in screenplays and prose. As a self-described “high-functioning daydreamer,” Glenn often finds contentment in self-imposed isolation, in conversation with characters only he sees and hears, in universes of his own creation. Once in a while, he writes them down into scripts and novels to share with the world.

Glenn lives in the Los Angeles area and works as a driver for a major motion picture studio. His first self-published work was a series of short Science Fiction stories called The Spiderboys of Aranae, which appeared in 2015.

In 1986, when Glenn was convinced he was at the start of a long and prosperous career as a visual artist, an idea for a sci-fi story came to him. A guy loses his wife to space aliens, and he searches the galaxy to find her. As a fan of the genre, Glenn sat down with paper and pencil to write the story, and two years later, No Longer Mourn for Me was finished. It then sat on the shelf, unpublished, for nearly 35 years. Glenn thought about that crudely executed early work, got ideas to improve it, and sat down at the computer for a rewrite. The original story was completely gutted, retooled, and reborn with a new title: The Stars Rain Down.

 

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Friday, October 11, 2024

#NewBlogPost #BookBlitz...The Fortress...@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #TheFortress #TAStyles #Thriller @SexyNerdRevue

The Fortress, Book 1

 A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller

Date Published: August 29, 2023

 

 We are the fortress, and the fortress is us.

Sim was a teacher in his old life. Now he's the savior of orphans.

He isn't their father. God knows he has already failed in that role. But he is their guide. And the kids? They are his penance. His redemption.

For three years Sim has prepared his orphans for the hard realities of life after the plague that wiped out most of the global population. Theirs is a life without laws or creature comforts. He has trained them to forage and grow their own food, to be vigilant, and to protect themselves and each other by any means necessary. In building a fortress of brick and mortar, they've become a fortress of flesh and blood.

These allegiances and ideals are put to the test when a man named Zagan, who believes himself to be on a mission for the devil to bring about the destruction of civilization's remains, gathers hundreds of marauders and confronts Sim and his orphans in a merciless siege.

Will the fortress hold... Or will it collapse under the pressure of evil?

About the Author. . .

T.A. Styles earned his B.S. in Elementary Education and Mathematics and his M.S. in Developmental Reading. He taught in elementary and junior high schools for twelve years before launching his own childcare enterprise, TSL Kids Crew, which he has operated since 2009. He has had a passion for writing stories since he was a teenager, as it was a hobby and skill for which he realized at a young age he had a knack for and loved. He has two grown children and has traveled extensively including to Iceland, Australia, Greece, Italy, South America, and many other places nationally and internationally.

 




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Thursday, October 10, 2024

#OnTheBlogToday #BookBlitz...In Darkness...@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #InDarkness #RussellRothberg #Horror @SexyNerdRevue

Horror

Date Published: September 16, 2024

Try not to wonder what secret darkness your neighbors or classmates hold in their hearts for you.

It’s about the hidden dark thoughts that all of us think every day. Most of us would never act on them, we’re not sociopaths, but what if there was a circumstance where through supernatural intervention, you couldn’t help but act on those hidden desires? That’s what IN DARKNESS is about, the lethality in those hidden, benign shadows that some of our thoughts live inside.

Dark thoughts, like cream, will always rise to the top at the wrong moment.

About the Author. . .

Russell Rothberg has worked in television as a writer and Executive Producer for the Peacock series, Long Bright River, based on the bestselling novel, as well as for the Paramount+ series The Offer. Before returning to his roots as a writer, Russell was the Executive VP of Drama Development at Universal Television, where he developed series such as Bates Motel, Chicago Fire, Shades of Blue and Emerald City. Russell started his career as an actor-writer-director with an original play, Life After Death, at the Intar Theatre in NYC. Born and raised in New York City, Russell currently lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Vera. In Darkness is his first novel.

 



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Wednesday, October 2, 2024

#OnTheBlogToday #ReleaseBlitz...A Not So Merry Ex-Mas...@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #ANotSoMerryExMas #AbbyGreyson #RomanticComedy @SexyNerdRevue

Romance, Romantic Comedy, Clean & Wholesome

Date Published: October 2, 2024

 

 This is a Dual POV kisses only, sweet holiday romantic comedy.

For years I've been dreaming of a real Christmas back home. Tree trimming, decorating, Christmas carols. What I wasn't expecting was Cole.

If I was to dream up the perfect man even my wildest imagination would have fallen short compared to Cole Nichols.

Tall, broad shoulders, smile to die for and dreamy green eyes that held a mischievous glint.

Add in a heart of gold, always helping others in need.

We had planned out every detail of our lives together…including his dream of becoming a major league pitcher.

So when my gran got sick and I needed to take care of her, I gave him the push he needed, breaking my heart, and his, in the process.

A decade, and a divorce later, I'm heading back home to start my life over.

That new start begins with Christmas at my best friend’s cabin…and the man I’ve done everything to leave behind.

Is Christmas past here to haunt me, or to bring a future I stopped letting myself dream of?

This is a sweet, kisses only, holiday romantic comedy with a second chance, close proximity, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, and happily ever after.

 

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Best Selling, Award Winning Author Abby Greyson loves writing clean, kisses only, sweet and swoony romance stories that invite people to remember what it’s like to fall in love over and over and over again. Stories that make you laugh, root for the main characters and wonder what they are doing long after the book is finished.

On the days she isn’t reading or writing she enjoys spending lazy days with her Mr. Wonderful, her two pups and watching the Buffalo Bills on a football Sunday.

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