Thursday, September 29, 2016

WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ Feghoots Out and About Hamlet 5

From the Sin-Sin in Cinderella Series ~
Subb Weigh2much, a gent who despised All the King's horses and All the King's men Building and Other Innate Crap Department, decided to re-roof his house without applying for a permit.  Smooth move, Ex-Lax®.  Was he being spiteful?  Cheap?  Or was he just devoid or moral ethics?  Possibly clueless?  Mostly a moron?  Was that going too far in personality assignation?  Probably with anyone else, but Subb was a unique breed and marched to the beat of his own band.  Aye, he had a marching band that was part of every parade south of Hamlet.  Everyone north of Hamlet preferred to march to the beat of Rosey Babes on Parade, floats made out of Rosebuds, all the daughters of Pric M’fingron Rosebud.  He was a prolific type of gent and had over fifty daughters, of course, from different lasses.

Anywhoppin, Subb had completed most of his illegal repairs, a skilled craftsperson who once worked with his hands at the Molding Boobs, Buns and Pastry for Tarts Factory.  He had made employee of the month almost constantly.  None could mold a falsie or bunsie like he could.  Now, his wife didn't like his job, for he used live models for accuracy, and was always feeling up large ones and wide ones, soft ones and hard ones, pruney ones and smooth ones, dark ones and light ones, critter ones and human ones, stiff ones and sagging ones.  He tried to explain that this was no different than an actor pretending to kiss or a doctor checking out a patient. 

At first, she was just fine with that, but then she caught him with a newbie tart, she giving him her cherry.  His wife gave him an ultimatum, and he now works for Out Houses and Back Door Suppliers.  Lucky for him, she hadn't realized he had been checking out every aspect of back dooring, just for accuracy's sake.  Aye, that kind of back dooring.  (brick shat house)

Anybricking, preparing to eliminate the sag in the eaves at the end of the house he positioned all the tools and material.   He was meticulous that way, all the hammers together, all the wenches and wrenches lines up (he needed the former to hand him the wrenches) all the saws fresh from singing lessons (they were also part of his band instrumental section) nuts, bolts and screws all separated by size (His days at the factory taught him size mattered).  Aye, he was ready to begin but unbeknownst to him there was hidden rotten wood which gave way under the strain of his weight.  At first he heard a loud groan, and thought it his stomach for he hadn’t had breakfast, but that was followed by a splintering noise.  He looked about for his pal, Woody Woodpecker.  They had been buds from back in Middle School, where they excelled in woodshop.  Each had their own forte, Subb majored in oiling it well and Woody in measuring it for size.  (We are talking about wood not wood)

Alas, before Subb realized it wasn’t about his stomach or Woody, he fell, grabbed the eave momentarily stilling his plummet, time enough for him to cuss and scream, but the eave broke free ripping roof and that resulted in the man falling twenty plus feet to the ground, oooof, and to add insult, the torn-free material fell onto him. It all happened in slow motion, for slow motion was the option of the fairytale world itself.  Sometimes it sped up, but mostly during disasters it slowed up for the full effect.  Fairytale world had a mother-earth sort of thing going for it.  So, Subb felt every bit of the fall, the rush of wind, the ground hitting first his arse, then his back, arms, legs and finally his head.  Fairytale world made sure to do the eyes popping out of his head thing, and then plopping back into their sockets.  Wood fell first as if getting him back for all that oiling, aye he built his roof from the pieces he personally rubbed well.  Then came everything else, even the tools, nuts, bolts and screws.  Being screws, they screwed round and round before hitting the ground.

Neighbors pulled him from the debris.  Laughter smothered, for as much as they empathized with Subb, one had a tough time not being tickled by seeing the fall in slow motion.  All the King's horses and All the King's men EMTs and SMBDers BEAVERs (Bustling Eager Amphibian Voraciously Enjoying Rivers) responded. 

He recovered in the hospital, and was pleased to see some of his handiwork from the factory fitted to the medical staff.  For a moment, he questioned giving up that job, but remembered how hurt his wife had been, and also she was a herbalist who cooked all his meals, which meant she could season everything well enough to make his eyes roll back in delight, or roll back in poisonous seizures. 

Anyfallin’, he hired a contractor to resolve his roof fiasco.   The man used the best shingles, best tools and charged less than Subb could ever have imagined.  Subb didn’t realize that the contractor was et-ing Subb’s wife all up.  Whoops, left out a word, et-ing Subb’s wife’s cooking that is. 

A month later, Subb was able to leave to go home.  Sitting waiting for a ride an orderly said, "Yesterday, my pup ate a frozen piece of crap."

"What?"  Subb was unaware why the orderly shared such and hoped to brush him off.

"A poopsicle!"

Bad karma floated on the valley winds and can whisk upon one in a snap of an attitude.

All the King's horses and All the King's men Loose Strings and Cheese Unit arrived at the hospital and arrested him.

"What!?" exclaimed the man spitting profanity. "You M**F**ers (Mean Flatfooters) are going to arrest for falling off my own roof?  Bullshat" 

"Oh no," replied the King's horse being polite yet professional. "We're arresting you for tearing off the edge of your roof without a permit.   That's a clear case of illegal eavesdropping."

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Discover the world of Jamie Deacon in their new release, Caught Inside. Remember to enter the giveaway at the end of the post for a chance to win a $20 Amazon gift card. The contest closes on October 6th. The tour is sponsored by Pride Promotions.

Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Series: Boys on the Brink
Book: One 
Release Date: September 29, 2016


It should have been simple—a summer spent with his girlfriend Zara at her family’s holiday cottage in Cornwall. Seventeen-year-old Luke Savage jumps at the chance, envisioning endless hours of sunbathing on the private beach and riding the waves on his beloved surfboard. He isn’t interested in love. Though his rugged good looks and lazy charm mean he can have his pick of girls, he has no intention of falling for anyone.
Nothing prepares Luke for his reaction to Theo, the sensitive Oxford undergraduate who is Zara’s cousin and closest friend. All at once, he is plunged along a path of desire and discovery that has him questioning everything he thought he knew about himself. No one, especially Zara, must find out; what he and Theo have is too new, too fragile. But as the deceit spirals beyond their control, people are bound to get hurt, Luke most of all.

Pages or Words: 83,000

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Young Adult

I swallow against the dryness in my throat. “We need to talk.”
No response.
Slowly, as though wading through deep sand, I cross the room until I’m standing right behind him. He grips the edge of the worktop.
Still nothing. Only the convulsive tightening of his fingers shows he even heard me.
“Theo,” my voice cracks, “don’t do this.”
Theo sucks in a breath. When he replies, his tone is even. “Do what?”
“This. Shutting me out.”
“And don’t say you’re not, because we both know that isn’t true.” I’m aware of my voice rising, and lower it with an effort. “Just…don’t.”
Theo exhales in a long sigh. He turns to me, his expression distant but not unkind. I wish he’d glare at me, shout, whatever. Anything to show he gives a damn.
“Luke, I’m sorry about this morning. It was a mistake. If you got the wrong impression—”
“The wrong impression? You kissed me. What impression was that supposed to give me?”
He casts a nervous glance at the window.
“What’s wrong, Theo? Worried Giles might hear? I don’t blame you. He’d probably make you bathe in disinfectant for a year if he knew you’d kissed scum like me.” Theo starts to protest, but I shake my head. “You know what? Forget it. So sorry I embarrassed you.”
I need to get out of here. Humiliation, hot and clammy, coils like tar through my veins. Still, what did I expect? Theo’s made it perfectly clear how he sees me, that he thinks I’m beneath him. I grab for the nearest glass, intending to pour myself a liver full of whatever’s in that jug, but my hand shakes so much it slips through my fingers. Glass collides with oak in a minor explosion, glittering fragments flying.
“Shit.” I drop to my knees, begin picking up the larger pieces. I fumble, a jagged shard slicing my palm. “Shit.”
“Luke?” Theo crouches beside me.
“I’m fine.” I turn away from the phony concern in his eyes, fist clenched around the cut to hide it from view. Blood trickles through my fingers and onto my jeans. The pain is almost a relief.
“Let me see.” Theo holds out his hand, but I jerk away.
“I said I’m fine.”
He ignores me. With gentle firmness, he takes hold of my wrist, uncurling my fingers to examine the wound. My body stills. I scarcely breathe. Every nerve ending, every particle of my being is aware of him, the pressure of his fingers on my wrist, his warm palm supporting the back of my hand.

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Jamie lives in a tranquil spot close to the River Thames in Berkshire, England, and has always been just a little out of place—the only redhead in a family of brunettes; an introvert far more at ease with dogs than with people; a connoisseur of simple pleasures in a society intent on the quest for wealth and fame. Despite an outward cynicism, Jamie is a romantic at heart, and, when not immersed in a book, can mostly be found writing emotional stories where young men from all walks of life are thrust headlong into the breathless, euphoric, often painful whirlwind called love.

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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Book Review: The Life She Wants by Robyn Carr

When a woman finds her marriage was a lie can she find her way back to the person she once was?

My book rating for The Life She Wants: 4.5 Stars

For Emma Shay Compton, life should be perfect. She has a rich, successful husband, life among the glittering ton of New York City and one as far as removed from her hometown in Sonoma County. Then it all crashes down on her with the indictment of her husband in a ponzi scheme that had him making millions off of others and Emma is devastated by the lie that was her life. When she is cleared of any wrong doing, she moves across the country back to her hometown and tries to pick up the pieces. But what she finds is so much more than she even imagined. Starting over isn’t easy and bad memories are coming at Emma from all sides. But a chance to work for Riley Kerrigan in her cleaning company gives her the step she needs to get on even footing and a friendship with Riley’s brother has all the makings of a romance…but the one thing Emma must do is face her past and make peace with it in order to get the future she longs for.

Wow is all I can say after finishing the latest novel from Robyn Carr. Ms. Carr delivers an emotional and heart rendering story that just pulls at your heart and doesn’t let up till the very last page is read. I just devoured this book and could not put it down. I literally forced myself to put it aside in order to sleep and eat. The story moves quickly with scenes so emotional you can’t help but well up with tears and the characters are just as diverse and engaging as ever. I love this author’s books but her new novel, THE
LIFE SHE WANTS, is by far one of her bests to date. It has real life issues such as ponzi schemes, con men, victims and more to keep the reader glued to the pages. I eagerly flipped those pages just to see what would happen next for Riley and Emma.

Meet Emma Shay. A woman who lost so much yet always tried to raise above it…that is until her husband’s ponzi scheme blew up in the press and courts. Then Emma found out that the charmed life she wed into was all a bunch of cards. I won’t go into details so I won’t ruin the story for those who haven’t read it yet but Ms. Carr delves deep into the aftermath of such crime and how people react, etc. Emma is strong yet bruised, vulnerable and beaten down. But moving back to
Sonoma County brings her a joy & comfort that she can’t explain. I loved Emma from the first moment I met her. She was so eager to move forward yet resigned over the fact that by being married to her husband, she is tainted just by association. I loved how the author uses the past to move forward the story and it is done in such a way that you see no abrupt point of views or anything. It just flowed seamlessly into the story. Riley and Emma have a history and a past that was done so well within the story. We got to see both point of views and memories and I loved how the author wove that shared history into the story. The secondary cast of characters was just as entertaining and intriguing. I loved meeting them and hope the author will come back to this little place again so we can see these wonderful people again.

Overall, THE
LIFE SHE WANTS is one story that sticks with you long after the story is done. It’s powerful, emotional and so engaging that I was smiling through the tears a few times. The ending alone leaves you breathless and filled with joy. If you are looking for that perfect beach read or lazy afternoon book, then I highly recommend any of Robyn Carr’s books. They bring you a feeling of home and deliver a story that you can not help but fall in love with. I look forward with an eager breath at what else is coming from this talented author.

This is an objective review and not an endorsement

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Monday, September 26, 2016

Discover Rozenn Scott's Snow and Secrets and enter the giveaway

Snow & Secrets (Stanford Creek #3) 

 RJ Scott writing as Rozenn Scott

Author: RJ Scott writing as Rozenn Scott

Publisher: OmniLit / All Romance eBooks, LLC

Release Date: November 15 2016

Length: 50,000 words


Secrets could kill him. Will trusting another keep him alive?

Garrett Campbell is a man on the run. Wounded in the line of duty he returns to a town that is the only place he feels safe. When danger threatens to follow him there he has to run; only he appears to have picked up an unwanted guest.

Tyler Hart needs some down time, with the press hounding him after a failed relationship, he is desperate for peace. It seems like Stanford Creek may well be the place to go. After all, it worked for his friend Cody. Unfortunately, his timing is off, and he finds himself on the run with the very sexy Garrett Campbell.

First comes trust, and then comes love. Now they just have to stay alive.

Author Bio: 

RJ Scott is the bestselling gay romance author of over ninety MM romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing. 

RJ also writes MF romance under the name Rozenn Scott.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Welcome Laurel Richards and her love for the paranormal romance

Top Five Reasons Why I Love Paranormal Romance
by Laurel Richards

1.      Superpowers — Let’s face it. Whether we’re talking wizards, shape-shifters, or Elementals, the supernatural characters in PNR have some awesome abilities. They can control weather or turn into animals, run really fast or heal at super speed. Who wouldn’t want that skill set?
2.      Perspective—When the hero or heroine shifts into another creature, the reader gets to go along for the ride. For instance, in my werewolf romance, Wild Side, I describe the heroine’s transformation in detail. Smells get stronger, hearing grows keener, and suddenly she can see the world from a different perspective. Or in my new release, In Her Element, the hero is a Water Elemental whose magic comes from his element. Ethan can shift into a sea serpent or, even in human form, can extend his senses beyond his body. When he’s tracking down a rogue in a storm, he reaches out with his magic to feel every raindrop—what those droplets touch on the way down and how they soak into the earth. Readers get to experience this change of the senses along with the characters.
3.      Mash-ups—Not only is pairing Paranormal with Romance a mash-up, but PNR lends itself to mixing with other genres, as well. In Her Element is a contemporary romance and an urban fantasy, in addition to being a paranormal romance. Others have written historical romances for werewolves or futuristic novels about vampires. When magic is the cause behind the paranormal character’s abilities, then PNR can mingle with fantasy. Or a science experiment gone awry might create the character’s superpowers, in which case PNR meets science fiction.
4.      Flexibility—As part of speculative fiction, paranormal romance has almost limitless possibilities. Writers can draw from folklore, mythology, or religion, or they can make up new supernatural characters out of whole cloth. Imaginations are free to run wild.
5.      True Love—A common theme in most paranormal romance is that of mates. The werewolf recognizes his mate immediately, or the Elemental, once having chosen a mate, is bonded to her/him forever. Even if the couple has issues to overcome, the reader can rest assured that the characters have found true love. It would be nice if more people in real life could have that assurance.

Blurb for In Her Element:
Darya Drake is a Water Elemental who has lived a difficult life. She’s raising her younger brother, Matthew, who is mentally ill, and she has had to fight off Phages—Elementals who kill and cannibalize other Elementals to steal their powers. It isn’t until she meets Ethan Zale, a Water Elemental with stormy blue eyes and a body to die for, that she dares to hope for a better future. Ethan is everything she has ever wanted, but trouble looms when a Phage begins stalking her. Can Ethan find out who is after her and keep her safe? Will her brother accept another man in her life? Darya discovers true love in the midst of strife, but for a girl who has lost almost everyone she has ever cared about, it’s hard to believe in happy endings.

Excerpt from In Her Element:

A frisson of fear and magic skittered down Darya’s spine as the killer stepped from the shadows. She was close to her apartment but not close enough—stuck on the dark side of the building where the security lights were broken again. What she could see of his face was human: dark eyebrows, high cheekbones, and full lips that might have been sensuous had they not been curled in a sneer.

Appearances could be deceiving. Like her, this man was no ordinary human. Although she didn’t know what type of Elemental he was, his power crawled over her skin like angry wasps.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” His gaze slid over her in appreciation and then burned with excitement when she stumbled back.

Her heart pounded, and she choked back a whimper. There would be no reasoning with him, no chance for reprieve. He was like the others of his kind she had run into. He was here to kill her.

“You look tasty,” he added with a lick of his lips. It was the last thing he said before he pulled the knife.

Time slowed down, but panic only froze Darya for a moment. She didn’t bother to scream. Screaming was useless with a being who could manipulate the mind of anyone who might come to help. Instead she whirled and ran, pumping her legs until her feet barely skimmed the ground. The cold night air slashed at her hair and eyes, leaving tears whipping off her eyelashes.

Adrenaline and the will to survive spurred her across the parking lot. She could hear the Elemental’s breathing and heavy footfalls behind her as he chased her. Ahead, the traffic in the distance offered a glimmer of hope. The night was still early enough that plenty of cars passed by, filled with people. Join the herd and find safety in numbers was a motto she had lived by her whole life.

The back of her neck prickled in warning a split second before her pursuer snagged her shirt. Her feet lost their rhythm as he yanked her back and sent her flailing to the ground. Pain singed her left elbow as it scraped the pavement, and the force of the fall jolted her.

By some miracle, her purse stayed with her. She jumped up and swung it when he lunged at her. Her bag connected with his shoulder, but he merely snatched the strap and yanked it out of her grasp. She stumbled and couldn’t get her balance before he grabbed her. A scream ripped out of her chest this time, high and panicked. The sound cut off as he used his magic to snuff the oxygen around her.

It wasn’t even a matter of strangling. There was simply no breathable air—proof that he had to be an Air Elemental. Her legs failed her, and her lips and face burned and then numbed as she continued to struggle for oxygen. She had no fuel to fight as he fisted her hair and dragged her farther away from the glow of the streetlight. Then he was yanking at her clothes, but her fading vision outweighed any other fear.

The world narrowed, reduced to a hazy speck at the end of a dark tunnel. With her last ounce of will, she lifted her hands and summoned her own magic—a surge as powerful as the mightiest flood. Raw energy ripped out of her and plowed into her attacker. He grunted as he was thrown a full ten feet.

She was instantly free. Her lungs burned as she heaved in air and sputtered and coughed. Unable to stand, she was forced to crawl on her hands and knees. A sound behind her told her the killer was already getting to his feet. Her palms grated against the rough surface of the parking lot until they were scuffed raw, but she couldn’t move any faster. Still breathless, it was all she could do not to collapse, and her pulse pounded in her temples. There was no moon to cast a shadow, but she knew the moment the Air Elemental loomed behind her.

Darya thought of her younger brother, Matthew, and felt a stab of regret. Who would care for him? Who would look out for him once she was gone? She had made the mistake of being caught alone, and at twenty-one years old, it was the last mistake she would ever make.

When black shoes appeared in front of her face, she braced herself to feel the cold blade kissing her throat. Instead, she lifted her gaze and was nearly engulfed in a fiery hell.

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