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Wednesday, October 7, 2026

Book Teaser Tour Stop: Because It's True by Will Okati

 


Gay Paranormal Romance

Date Published: October 9, 2026

 


Believing in love and in luck is something Gavin swore he’d never do again -- until he meets Ford.

 

After being left at the altar by his former fiancĂ©, he’s a firm disbeliever in good fortune and love. Though there’s an immediate attraction between himself and Ford, they’re just too different to make a relationship work. The sex is explosive and despite himself Gavin even grows to like Ford’s quirky sense of humor and skewed view of life. Isn’t that good enough?

Not for Ford. A happy-go-lucky diviner of fortunes and omens, he’s sure from what he’s seen that Gavin is the love of his life and the man he’ll marry. He makes it his mission to overcome Gavin’s doubts and fears and teach him how to love again. Never giving up in his enthusiastic pursuit of the once-burned twice-shy secretary, he brings Gavin back to life and helps restore him to the man he used to be.

Ford makes Gavin want to believe in love again. But when Ford begins to lose his faith, it’s up to Gavin to save the magic they have between them and blaze the trail toward their happily ever after.



EXCERPT

 

“Something wonderful is going to happen today.”

“Were you talking to me?” A fun-sized blonde deliverywoman, no one Ford had met before, juggled her armload of Flowers Fast! boxes to pop out her iPod earbuds.

Ford grinned up at her from where he’d crouched to study the sidewalk perpendicular to the museum service elevator he, and presumably she, was waiting on. “Sorry, no. I wasn’t talking to you. Not that I wouldn’t. Everyone I’ve ever known swears you can’t shut me up for love or money. They’re usually right.”

The deliverywoman looked like she couldn’t decide between aww, cute and running. “You’re a little crazy, aren’t you?”

“So I’m often told.” He’d bet this woman was one heck of a character herself. She’d made some, er, interesting fashion choices involving calf-length striped tights and patchouli hair wax. “I’m Ford.” He offered her a hand from below. “Come down here and check this out.”

“This isn’t some kind of cheesy pick-up line, is it? I’d be flattered, but… okay, wow. From the look on your face, I can answer that one myself. So not a pick-up line. If you were any less into women, you’d be a gastropod.”

Ford laughed. “That’s a new one on me.”

“If the shoe fits. I’m Kayla.”

“Ford.”

“Like the truck?” The deliverywoman crouched beside him. Good. Ford liked her, and her coming along for the ride was an excellent sign. Something wonderful and something unexpected were set to happen today. “You deliver for Rush Plus, right?”

“Packages where you want them to go as fast as you want ‘em to get there. Or as fast as I can pedal.” Ford patted his heavy messenger bag.

“Pleased to meet you. I could use a pick-me-up. Delivering flowers is surprisingly thankless work. What’s this good thing that’s going to happen today?”

“I don’t know yet.” Ford waved up from their spot on the sidewalk at the weird door to the external service elevator and the five floors of refurbished mill-cum-museum it had to sledge its way down at the speed of thick molasses. “It’s complicated. If you’re up for it, there’s time for me to explain.”

“God, tell me about it.” Kayla scowled at the stubborn doors.

Ford had started to feel the burn of his crouch, the solid weight of his body not really best designed for sitting this way, but he could take it a little longer, and he had a good example right in front of him. A penny, less than a foot away on the sidewalk. “Do you believe in magic?”

“Wait, what? Do you mean stage magic? Illusions and that kind of thing?”

“Not exactly.” Ford nudged the penny with the tip of his finger and waggled his eyebrows at her. He liked playing over the top. Made people less nervous of the giant with his crazy talk.

“Ohh, I get it. See a penny, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck?”

“Exactly.” Ford levered the penny off the sidewalk.

“Ugh!”

“Hey, don’t knock it just because it needs a little TLC.” Ford balanced the penny in his palm, where it looked lost and tiny in the breadth and width of his hand. Or, depending on your point of view, safe. Protected. “It’s heads up, even. Extra good luck.”

“Yeah, but where’s the proof?”

“You don’t need proof if you believe. And I do. Because it’s true. This penny means it’s my lucky day.” Ford shifted and winced. His knees had had enough of bearing all his weight. Time to stand. “I need to stand up. Don’t freak out, okay?”

“Why would that tweak me?”

“You’ll see.” Ford stood slowly to give her time to adjust to his size. At six feet nine with a proportionate build that could only be described as solid, he liked to make sure people knew in advance he wasn’t a threat.

Kayla’s eyes widened. She took a step back, then forward, her chin up. “Holy cow. Sorry, just… wow, man. You’re huge.”

“And you’re itty-bitty. I won’t hurt you.”

“A gentle giant, huh?” Kayla studied him with her head tilted to one side. “Okay. I believe you.”

“You’d be surprised how many don’t. Thank you. May I?” Ford took her hand to kiss the back of it.

“TouchĂ©, Mister.” Kayla fiddled with a strand of her spiky hair. “So you really, really believe in luck? What about omens and good signs and that kind of thing?”

“Yes, yes, yes, and all of the above, yes. And you don’t, right?”

When Kayla shook her head, a ladder of silver rings running along the outer shells of her ears jingled. All positive signs that pointed toward good fortune. Better and better. “Don’t shun me or anything. I’ve just never seen any proof that all those old wives’ tales are more than just stories.”

Ford grinned broadly at her. He loved it when someone was willing to be convinced. “If it’s proof you want, I can do proof. Prepare to be amazed.”

 

About the Author

A storyteller and a sewist, Will Okati has lived through a few Interesting Times but come out the other side ready to roll. Looking for them? Look for a keyboard or a vintage Singer. They'll be there. They're most often accompanied by their beloved pair of orange-flavored felines: Hobbit (toothless, sweet) and Onion (spicy, known to bounce off the literal ceiling in pursuit of a ladybug).

Will likes to say still waters run deeper than anyone knows, and life -- like storytelling -- is always a work in progress.

 

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Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok: @changelingpress

 

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Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Book Spotlight- D.F. Krieger's Eden's Garden

Eden's Garden by D.F. Krieger
Genre: Lesbian Romance/BDSM

My transient lifestyle as a government contractor makes it hard to have permanent relationships, especially when I prefer to spice my life up with BDSM. When my life-long friend, Rhett, introduces me to the local group, they welcome me with open arms...and a handful of women looking for a partner. There's shy Wynn, sassy Maya, Cami the Kitten, and playful Denisha.

As our lives become intertwined, like roses in a garden, I'm left wondering if I can live without any of them. Each beautiful, unique woman fills my heart with their own special addition to our group rainbow. But my contract here is temporary, and I don't know if I can handle the heartbreak of them fading out of my life, like everyone always does after I move.



Eden’s Garden Excerpt

I eyed the dark-haired beauty with the angular features and pegged her instantly as a Brat while she continued to pop her chewing gum in rapid fire succession. She’d be a handful to tame, and the thought of it thrilled me. She blew bubbles and snapped them with far too much enthusiasm, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she awaited rejection. To be the last pick of the team.
They all did.
The air of dejection that surrounded these women stirred a deep, unknown emotion in me. A fierce desire to protect them, to show them the acceptance they craved, rose up with a startling surge.
“I know this is a little odd,” Abe said as he slipped an arm around his wife’s waist. “But you’ve all come to me asking for help, and doing things different might be the solution.”
The girl with the gum blew another bubble and popped it. The sound ricocheted through the room like a gunshot, and a woman with soft blonde hair tipped in pink who sat at the end of the table with her gaze on the floor winced.
“Sorry, Wynny,” the gum girl said, and her tone implied a genuine apology.
“S’okay,” the blonde responded in a whisper.
Abe cleared his throat. “Why don’t we run through intros? Eden, would you mind getting us started?”
I smiled at him, and kept that smile as I swept my gaze across the four women in front of me. “Hello, ladies. I’m Eden. I’m down here from DC for a twelve-month work contract, and I’m hoping to find a play partner. I’m very flexible on what I like, and have been in the life for years. I am a Domme, but I promise I’m not an aggressive dominant. If you need references, there are several people in the group who know me from DC. Anything else, just ask.”
A heavy pause hung in the air, and I could feel them studying me. Weighing me to see my worth in their own heads. I gave them that time, sensing they needed it. Somehow, I held a sneaky suspicion these women were single for reasons beyond their kinks. Each one stood out as a bit of an oddity, which didn’t necessarily mean a bad thing.
“I’m Denisha.” The pink-haired girl I saw Boi coloring with earlier stuck out her hand, and I shook it without hesitation. Her warm, brown skin felt like silk against my palm. “I’ve only been around ‘bout a year. I’m a Little, and um…I guess that’s that.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Denisha.” I gave her an encouraging nod and shifted my attention to a quiet, auburn haired, petite woman next to her.
“Is it my turn?” she asked, glancing at me. “My name’s Cami. I… I like…” She stared at her lap as her cheeks turned an adorable shade of red. “I like to meow and stuff or be a maid. I work at a shelter, and I really want a Mistress who will pet me.”
Pet play as a cat? Adorable! “Hello, Cami. Nice to meet you.” I turned my attention to the dark-haired Brat.
Gum girl snorted at Cami and rolled her eyes. “Maya. Tease me, beat me, if you wanna teach me,” she sing-songed, and I recognized the underlying jingle from a kid’s show popular in my youth.
Oh, pretty girl. Do you even realize you are a Brat? “Hi, Maya. A pleasure.”
That left one more person to introduce herself. The timid blonde nearly hugged her knees. Her gaze never left the floor. If I’d labeled Cami as shy, this girl could be the epitome of agoraphobic. Maya gave her a gentle nudge and the girl started, as if the physical contact shocked her.
“I’m… I’m….”
“This is Wynny,” Maya supplied. From the way the blonde shot her a grateful look, I gathered Maya stepped in for her a lot. “She likes stuff like wax, feathers; that sort of thing. Isn’t that right?”
Wynny’s silent nod confirmed this.
They were all going to require the extent of my skills as a dominant in their own ways. The terrified blonde would need the most help learning to let go and enjoy herself, without a doubt. But all of them presented their own unique sets of challenges…and rewards.
“So, is this going to be like eenie meenie miney moe?” Maya asked.
I couldn’t let her get away with that snarkiness and establish dominance. If I did, it meant working double-time to earn her respect later. Easier to nip it before she managed a foothold to stand her cocky ass on.
“No, darling,” I said as I clasped my hands and rested them on the table. “This isn’t a school game where I pick the most popular or prettiest. If any of you want to give this a shot, we’ll set up dates and see how compatible we are in a one-on-one environment.”
“Any of us?” Denisha asked, her voice filled with surprise.
“Absolutely.”
That got their attention. They stared at me with varying expressions of shock.
“You do realize we’re the group rejects, right? The unwanted fuck ups. Why do ya want saddled with us?” Maya demanded.
Elle shifted, her body language turning nervous, and I noticed Abe give her arm a soft, reassuring squeeze from the corner of my eye. He watched me carefully, and I knew this moment could make or break my reputation and acceptance in this group.
“You’re not fuck ups,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. “You are all beautiful women with a unique set of challenges that I’m excited to conquer with you. All that remains between us and that, is whether you’ll give me a chance to show you what you can achieve.”



Available on KU

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Teaser- Marie Force's One year Home

★★ RELEASING AUGUST 6 ★★ 
ONE YEAR HOME by Marie Force will release in 2 weeks! 


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He came home a hero and lost the only woman he’s ever loved...


John
I have no idea how to survive without my beloved Ava. She had no choice but to move on with her life during my six-year deployment and has now married Eric. I hate him for taking her from me. I’d prefer to wallow in my depression and heartbreak, but the whole damned world wants a piece of the SEAL Team leader who helped capture the world’s most-wanted terrorist. I need help handling the relentless requests, and when Ava sends her new sister-in-law to manage the media circus for me, I’m prepared to hate her on principle. Her brother took my Ava. What else do I need to know about her?

Julianne
It takes five seconds to realize Ava’s ex is going to be the most complicated and difficult client I’ve ever had, but the opportunity to represent the most celebrated man in the world could make my career. I’m determined to do the job, even if I dislike John from the moment I meet him. And I like everyone. So much so that my brothers worry about me being exploited by those who would take advantage of my unwavering love for others. But John… He’s in a class by himself, and his bitterness is a festering wound that I begin to wish I could somehow fix for him. The more time we spend together, the more our mutual disdain morphs into something that feels an awful lot like desire. There’s no way I can want this man, or so I tell myself, and when Eric finds out I’ve developed feelings for the man causing trouble in his new marriage, well…

That’s going to be a hot mess. 

The hotly anticipated follow up to Five Years Gone is here!

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AUTHOR BIO:


Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series, which has sold more than 3 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books, which has sold 1.5 million books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force. All together, her books have sold more than 5.5 million copies worldwide!

Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.

Join Marie's mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @marieforce and on Instagram. Join one of Marie's many reader groups. Contact Marie at marie@marieforce.com.

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Discover Marie Force's Sex God

Today we are sharing some teasers for SEX GOD, a sizzling hot stand-alone contemporary romance title by Marie Force. Check out the pre-order links, and some teasers, for the book below. This title will be released on May 15th!

 

SEX GOD by Marie Force

A Standalone Contemporary Romance coming May 15!

 

Book Blurb:

A sizzling hot stand-alone contemporary romance!

 

I inherited a life I never intended to live.

I've upheld my responsibilities admirably.

And I’ve taken care of my own needs privately...

I'm biding my time until I can get the hell out of here.

But I didn’t count on having unfinished business

With one of my very best friends…

 

When a man has a certain “reputation" to uphold,

There can be no unhappy customers left behind.

Lauren is a loose end that won’t be tied up no matter how hard I try.

And I try hard. Really, really… hard.

 

Sex God is the much-anticipated follow-up to Sex Machine. Read Garrett and Lauren’s story May 15!

 

PRE-ORDER IT NOW!

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PURCHASE THE PREVIOUS BOOK IN THIS STANDALONE SERIES

 

SEX MACHINE (A Standalone Contemporary Romance)
 
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series, which has sold nearly 3 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books, which has sold 1.5 million books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force. All together, her books have sold more than 5.5 million copies worldwide! Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news. Join Marie's mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @marieforce and on Instagram. Join one of Marie's many reader groups. Contact Marie at marie@marieforce.com.  

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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Upcoming New Release from Lisa Renee Jones


Wall Street meets Sons of Anarchy in New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones's BRAND NEW series, DIRTY MONEY! Book one, HARD RULES, is out on Aug. 9th! 

More details on the series and buy links here: http://bit.ly/1WBD2ht

A little sneak peek: “Who burned you, Emily?”
I blanch but recover with a quick, “Who says anyone burned me?” 
“I see it in your eyes.”
“Back to my eyes,” I say.
“Yes. Back to your eyes.”
“Stop looking.”
“I can’t.”
Those two words sizzle, matching the heat in his eyes, and my throat goes dry. “Then stop asking so many questions.”
He reaches up, brushing hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing my cheek, and suddenly he is closer, his breath a tease on my cheek, his fingers settling on my jaw. “What if I want to know more about you?”
“What if I don’t want to talk?”
“Are you suggesting I shut up and kiss you?”

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Queen of Clubs: Cora and a Giveaway


Check out the latest in the Queen of Clubs series and don't forget to enter the contest at the end of the post as Katie de Long will offer a signed paperback of Queen of Clubs: Cora and a pair of swag earrings to one randomly selected commenter and will offer a signed paperback of Queen of Clubs: Cora and a pair of swag earrings to a randomly drawn host (US only). Book tour sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions. Check out all the tour stops HERE


Talking with author Katie de Long


So tell us about your latest or upcoming release. What is this gem about?

It's a little hard to say-- I write fast, and cycle between many projects. I've got probably 15 titles in rewrites, and 20 more in development. So my release schedule can be hectic and last minute. Right now it looks like I'll have too titles coming out within a few weeks of each other, and another next month. Queen of Clubs, my main series, is publishing monthly currently. The first season wraps up in April, I think, and I'm not sure whether I'll take a month or so break before I return to season two. I've got several other series and stories I'm dying to set free in the world.

The other February title is a standalone, Edgeplay. It's a very dark romance following a woman using BDSM to cope with trauma, though often in destructive ways.

How often does your muse distract you from day to day minutiae?

Well, I write full time, so my muse is generally welcome. She does keep me from sleeping though. Okay-- I'm not being quite fair. Sleep and I aren't bosom buddies. So my muse is more of a swinger booty call than a clingy piece-on-the-side.

What do readers have to look forward to in the future from you?

A lot of new releases. My goal for the year is 15 new titles. Admittedly, some of them are novella length works or serials, but there's some novels buried in there, too.

I want to work through publishing the introductions for several new series. Queen of Clubs is kind of the flagship, in that many of the other characters are introduced in those novellas, or pass through them. The end of season one will give us an in to meet Rex Roderick, Sex Detective, and Anna, star of the Princess of Thieves series. Season Two will give us an intro for Honeypot, and Season Three will give us Exposure. The only series that currently doesn't have some crossover threads with Queen of Clubs is Eden's Exiles, a MC biker erotic romance. Plus, I've got some other stuff cooking, including a series of space opera erotica, coauthored with Michelle Browne, and a dark erotic fantasy series, to be published as K. de Long. My superpower is speed. I am the authorial Flash.

Writer’s block—real or hype?

For me, mostly hype. Going to the beginning of the story and reading and tweaking until I'm caught up, or reviewing the outline is enough. Usually when I'm stuck on something, it's because there's something in the plotting that isn't sitting well with me, and if I refresh myself and reshape that outline, I can move forward.

Do you prefer to extensively plot your stories, or do you write them as they come to you

Plot, definitely. I started as a developmental editor, so to me, the story comes first and foremost. For some shorter works, my outline might just be a simple paragraph, and smaller conflicts or themes might be added as I work. But I never begin drafting a story beyond a sample scene or two until I have a firm grasp of where the story's going.

Do you have a favorite genre? Is it the same genre you prefer to write?

I'm kind of a jill of all trades. I love reading everything from specfic, horror, scifi, fantasy, dark romances... basically everything but cozy mystery or the hyperconservative sort of Cold War evocative thrillers.

What advantages or challenges does a writer in your genre face in today’s fiction market?

Well, I do a few genres, but all fall loosely under a contemporary label. Everyone and their grandmother writes contemporary romances. Nothing wrong with that-- everyone brings something different to the table, and it's a really loose genre. Really, it's just a genre that says that the fantasy is in your head, not in the world. So it's a vast, vast ocean to swim in.

I can't find a citation for the quote, but... to be irreplaceable you have to be different. Know what separates your work from everyone else in your genre, and build around that niche. For me, a lot of that is my love of unorthodox characters. I write a damn good sex worker, stripper, nude model, mentally ill person, partially disabled person, or antihero. Most of my work has people who suit one or more of those things. You want girl-next-door? Try someone else. You want an exhibitionist girl working through abandonment issues? I'm your girl.

What are you currently working on?

I cycle through projects really fast, and have ten or more in rewrites at any given time. So it's a little hard to say. I could keep you here all night talking about it!

How long did it take you to get your rough draft finished on your latest release?

It varies. The rough drafts are always a matter of days, but they might spend months in rewrites. Or, they might be ready to go in a month. Take Edgeplay, one of my newer releases, possibly my latest. It took me ten days to draft the 52k novel, and I had it basically rewritten to perfection within two weeks. Everything else was just proofreading, sitting on it before rereading it, to make sure I was still happy with my earlier work, hadn't left any continuity errors in, that sort of thing. And that one happened to be tight enough that very little reworking was required. I got it to betas pretty late, and didn't get sizeable notes back, so I've just accepted that that sucker basically went from idea to finished product in a month, at least on my end. I don't expect my editor to work that fast, poor long-suffering woman.

If you could be any paranormal creature what would you be?

A succubus. The sexuality angle is usually secondary to paranormal creatures, largely left in the subtext and the way the mythos is structured around that subtext. But a succubus owns it. In the words of Aletta, a succubus in an upcoming work of mine-- “I am sex, made flesh.” Yum.

What do you do when you’re not writing?

I play video games with my man-beast, binge-watch shows, while playing “chewing gum” with our cats. Basically, I've theorized that our kittens are like chewing gum. You pick them up and put them somewhere, and 9 times out of 10 they stick around. They give you a little pissy look, but they lay the fuck down and cuddle. And I've got a lot of cats to play with, so I make a game of seeing how many of them I can get to cuddle with my man-beast at a time. Obviously it's rare to get all of them. All the cats in bed is Catpocalypse. Add the dog to that and you've got Petpocalypse.

Are any of your characters like you?

I don't really know. I'm sure I've influenced them, but most of them are only like me in sporadic chunks. My man-beast is my earliest reader, sees things even before betas or editors do, and he says he continually sees my fingerprints on them. Honestly, I rarely do in anything other than a general “that situation sucks, I feel her pain,” kind of way.

Some of them have larger pieces of me than others, though. There's a lot more of me in Malia than Cora (The first two Queen of Clubs heroines). Cora's got a bit more of me when I was young, but even then, she's a much more naive person than I ever was. Completely different upbringing and range of experiences. Malia, she knows hardship, knows loss. I've gone through some of her losses, too.

What genres do you write in?

What genres don't I write in? That's far easier to answer.

Most of my work is contemporary erotic romances of some kind or another. Maybe there's thriller or suspense elements. Maybe it's a dark erotic urban fantasy. I kind of flit around- the fantasy-leaning stuff is to be published under K. de Long so that my contemporary readers don't have to sift through it. I don't quite have the worldbuilding chops for hardcore specfic or scifi, though I love reading those genres. So those ones only get dabbled in when someone dares me to, or when I have a coauthor who actually likes the whole worldbuilding schtick.

Is there anything you will never write about?

There's lots of stuff that doesn't interest me to write about. I'm not sure if that's the same thing. In general, I don't like writing the mainstream alpha/alphhole narratives. I like me some BDSM, but only in proper BDSM settings. I understand why it's a fantasy so many readers and writers love, but it's not one I'm comfortable with participating in, myself. So it's not so much a “will never” so much as that I wouldn't be terribly engaged with it if I did.

I'm a pretty flexible person-- not everything is necessarily my kink, but I can usually look for something sensual in it to pull from. Exceptions to this are watersports, medical fetishes, scat, some of the less mainstream niches. I'm a bit OCD, so I just can't let go of my own shit (no pun intended) enough to find anything sensual in those bodily wastes. More power to those who enjoy those kinks, but that's not me, and I just don't have enough happy shit of my own to feed into it to make it work well. I think y'all would laugh if you read anything I might attempt if dared to create convincing scaterotica.

That said, I did actually do a sex scene with a monster, a bit back. Fun times. It was a short story in Michelle Browne's Cult Classics For The Modern Cult anthology, premised entirely around the sentence “She had tentacles in all the right places,” and riffing off old-school film-noir private investigator storylines. It starred Mrs. Cthulhu trying to locate her missing husband. I suppose the whole thing's kind of an inside joke, but it was fun to write.

Do you have a favorite quote from your book(s)?

Oooh! Teaser time!
Yes. And at this point, I have hundreds of thousands of words to pull from. Y'all are gonna have to bear with me now-- some of these works may not make it to your eyes for a year or two, with my release schedule being what it is... But I hope you enjoy them, and if you're really curious to see the rest of the project, you can sign up for my mailing list to get an email when it's out. ( http://eepurl.com/CSk3n ) Final text for the unreleased ones is subject to change. I, uh, think this is a pretty comprehensive overview of me. Sex workers, sugarbabies, rough-edged guys, strong women, and just for the hell of it, a little paranormal corpse possession.


I loved awkward guys. Guys with rough edges, who were interesting to look at not because they were beautiful, but because they were unique. Under other circumstances, Kirk would have been right up my alley. Maybe literally in an alley.
Queen of Clubs: Cora (Now available.)


Being pretty is always a double-edged sword, and I choose to wield it, not just be cut by it.
Queen of Clubs: Marina (Coming Soon.)

The first rule of being a sugarbaby is don't fall in love. The second rule of being a sugarbaby is don't fall in love. And, to be honest, I kind of suck at that part.
Queen of Clubs: Candy (Coming Soon.)

I'm waiting for my last stage set. My hands smell like sanitizer and baby wipes, but there aren't old man pubes under my nails, so it's a good day.
Queen of Clubs: Lee (Coming Soon.)

I wish I could say I had no idea why I fucked a guy like Jay, much less why I paid a friend to help set that whole thing up, distracting my ex so he wouldn't get jealous. Going so far out of the way for a one-night-stand isn't exactly model behavior, and it was a bad use of my money.
But I knew exactly why I did it.
You don't chase a guy like that.
There's no happily-ever-after, no emotional commitments, no putting up with constant stares that make you feel your inadequacy every time you have a bad pain day.
Jay represented everything reckless and presumptive that I was deprived of, trapped in a body with ligaments that behaved like rubber bands. I wanted to have a one night fling, to feel normal, like I was playing only with the normal range of action-and-consequence.
And I told myself I was relieved when he never called.
Queen of Clubs: Petaline (Coming Soon.)

I could cane you, force myself on you, and still not break you. So I'm going to love you, and show you that you won't break when everything else is out of the picture.
Edgeplay (Now Available.)

Her eyes meet mine, and she shivers. I exude danger, of the sweaty kind. I think I'm someone she knows-- this face, and a name, popped into her head as she read the story she most engaged with.
Until she comes, my name is Red.
Inkubus (Inkubus #1) (Coming Soon.)

I am reborn. I am sex, made flesh. Or at least made dream.
Dreamers (Inkubus #2) (Coming Soon.)

It's unsettling, seeing through the eyes of a corpse. I've never been to Ann Arbor, Michigan before, but the body I'm in must have lived here his whole life. It's burned into his DNA, along with a few scattered remnants of his grandmother's childhood abuse.
I take a deep breath, try to clear the new corpse smell from my lungs. My mouth still tastes like vomit; my meatsuit died of an overdose. The waitress has been great about keeping my glass full, but the water can't wash away the aftertaste, and she keeps shooting me anxious glances. I can't blame her-- I don't doubt I look like I've gone to hell and back.
Mind you, that's not terribly far off. I just call it 'home' now.
Reaper (Inkubus #3)  (Coming Soon.)



Okay, so maybe I'm going a little overboard on the quotes. But these are some of the sections that make me smirk every time I read them to myself during rewrites. It's probably not ladylike to say awwww, yeahhhh, to your own writing, but fuck that noise. I write stripperotica-- I don't think that kind of ladylike is especially in my job description.

Is there anything you would tell aspiring writers?

Just keep writing, and know when to walk away. The market nowadays can be pretty brutal, and I know a lot of writers who've just gotten burnt out on it: the pressure to release fast, write more, manage ten social media outlets... it can be soul-killing, if you let it. Who knows. Maybe in a year or two that will be me, too. I doubt it, if only because I have enough of a backlog of written projects to take a break, barely write, and still maintain regular releases. I have room to back away and recharge, if need be. But you'll be really lucky if you get that-- not everyone has the authorial Flash production capacity. And even then, having that safety buffer isn't a reason to slack off.

So just keep writing. Don't take reviews too seriously unless they show a pattern of the same complaint. Don't dwell on why one project didn't take off-- move on to the next.


And know when to walk away. Know what your writing is to you, and make sure that it stays in that place.

About 'Queen of Clubs: Cora'.....

Queen of Clubs: Cora

The exotic dancers and employees of the Queen of Clubs walk a fine line, with only wits, beauty, and market savvy to keep them from toppling into the shark pit. Ride shotgun through lapdances, romance, and sexual awakenings. Don't worry, these girls won't ask what your hands are doing under the tip rail.

Cora, an adventurous student, finds herself auditioning for a stripping gig...and it comes with more than the asking price, including a very attractive DJ.

Queen of Clubs contains adult content, and is intended for mature readers. Each Queen of Clubs title is a standalone novella length work.

Teaser:

I still felt Kirk's eyes following me, as they had for every set on stage, every lap dance along the wall of the club. It was somewhat unsettling, somewhat flattering, and entirely captivating. A part of me wanted to give in to it, to revel in someone who so plainly appreciated my sensuality, rather than punishing me for it.
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Buy Cora:
http://www.amazon.com/Queen-Clubs-Cora-Katie-Long-ebook/dp/B00OC6LD2M
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/queen-of-clubs-cora
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/483830
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1120524850?ean=2940046292879&itm=1&usri=2940046292879

Queen of Clubs is currently published monthly. Visit delongkatie.com for preorder and purchase links, or sign up for the mailing list, to be notified when new titles are available.


 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Katie de Long lives in the Pacific northwest, realizing her dream of being a crazy cat-lady. As a kid, Katie flagged the fade-to-blacks in every adult book she encountered, and when she began writing, she vowed to use cutaways sparingly. After all, that's when the good stuff happens. And on a kindle, no one asks why there's so many bookmarks in her library.

Stay in touch with Katie:
Website: delongkatie.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/delongkatie
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/28564409-katie-de-long
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Friday, January 16, 2015

Book Spotlight~ Entangled Interaction




Entangled Interaction




Blurb:

Shy's stalled relationship with Meat, her alpha liger shape-shifter boyfriend, seems defunct, her teleportation abilities appear more miss than hit, and her twin boys are clamoring for a father. If her life wasn't complicated enough, her boss throws in his bid as a potential date, she's kidnapped by a snow monster while visiting the clothing-optional Yeti resort, and finds herself leading a rescue mission to save her former boyfriend's sister from an overly determined wolf shape-shifter. 
To top matters off, a shaman drops a bombshell on her world by informing her of a new magical talent she didn't realize she had. She grapples with the life-altering decision until disaster strikes. 
Will love win out over the vast species differences between Shy and Meat? Can she make the right decision and save not only their relationship, but his life as well?
***Author strongly suggests reading Human Interaction and Species Interaction before reading this book***


Buy links:

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Barnes and Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/entangled-interaction-cheyenne-meadows/1116970604?ean=2940046477191

Excerpt:
 The male body jingled a memory. Tall, muscular, toned, butt you could happily squeeze ‘til the cows came home.
He lifted the helmet off, releasing the long waves of near ebony. Dark blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. “Hey.” 
Black leather pants molded to those legs and bottom, while a white button-down shirt flittered in the breeze. From the looks of his attire, he either was on his way to or from work. 
I strolled closer, readjusting my purse on my shoulder. “Now, this is a surprise.” 
He shrugged before his attention focused on the chattering people leaving the same door I recently vacated. “After work meeting?” 
“Something like that.” 
His eyes focused on my face for a long moment before a devilish smile slowly formed. “Speed dating, baby?” 
My jaw dropped open before I clammed back up. Someone must have blabbed to him about my plans for the evening. Since I only told Jessica, she had to spill the beans to someone else who took it upon themselves to mention this little tidbit of my life to Meat. When I found out whom, they would be indefinitely cut off from any more cookies. Infuriating hyena didn’t need to know everything. 
“Who, me?” I followed with my best innocent blink. 
He actually laughed. “Find anyone interesting? Got any dates lined up?” 
I worried my lip for a second. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin. No sense in letting him see how badly I bombed at speed dating. His ego matched that of an entire professional sports team. 
He lifted a leg, sliding off the cycle in a motion of grace. Eyes never leaving my face, he ambled toward me, stopping only to reach out with a large hand and cradle my cheek. “I’m more man than any of those others.” 
Oh, yeah. Arrogance in spades. 
“None of them want you nearly as much as I do.”

Author contact info and bio: 

Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall and resulting quick death in my first writing class in college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn’t any good at it. I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on being a nurse.  
A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author’s webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing.  
When I’m not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.

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